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| | | | | Thinking: My purpose is utterly unreliableIts fluctuation is quite undeniableIn all respects unverifiableDoing: At times it's a giver of careOr laboring as much as I dareElse enjoying the hobbies and people I shareBeing: So the best I can sayIs my purpose changes each dayAnd I find that it's rather okay W3 Prompt #102: Wea've WrittenWeekly... | |
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| | | | | The escape to tranquility,to waters rushing and still,to the calm of spacewhere water meets sky:the unspoken whisperof past and futureblurred into one present.Alive in tree roots,polished rocks and wrinkled pine needles,the landscape revitalizesdead souls,calls home life's warmth,and echoes a hopethat reverberatesunder my rib cage. I wrote this poem for the Wea've Written Weekly prompt #167.... | |
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| | | | | "Bathers" by Picasso, 1918 *** Three sunbathing sisters from Spain grew tired of rain on the plain; trio traveled to beach but feared dark hair would bleach so learned yoga to ease mental pain. *** Linking to dVerse poets where Melissa invites us to write poetic response to Picasso... | |
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| | | Contentment is a forested path,its exposed roots grounding my soul,its slivered sunlight pointing home.Onward is the way we'll roll,the evergreen boughs painting peace,and us ensconced in cozy fleece.The pathway ripples with leftover leaves,the comfort of dirt packed under feet,the rest after journey, a welcome night's sleep. I wrote this poem for the Wea've Written Weekly... | ||
